My dog Swift is a little different. She has a complicated history. She is a rescue dog; who is pretty much afraid of new things and strangers in general. She bit my grandson and we gave him back to Eric, who tried; but, had to give her back to the shelter she came from. We couldn’t live with Swift in a shelter, so I went to get her back. The girl at the front desk gave me a hard time; but, after a little begging the manager relented. When Swift was about 50 feet away from me, she broke away from the handler and charged. It felt great and I said “Get your things, I have come to take you home”.